“Bad fucking idea,” I utter.
His eyes look like silvery jewels in the light reflecting through my window, his lashes flicking down then up as he looks over my face.
No mask, this time.
I can see all of him.
Those eyes. The lone freckle beneath his right eye. The scar at the edge of one eyebrow.
My heart thuds in my chest as he finally answers me.
“Sometimes it’s good to do bad things.”
His lips are so close to mine and it’s like something in my chest is about to explode. When he comes in closer my breath hitches as he closes the space between us.
But his mouth lands on my cheek.
He presses a soft kiss under each of my eyes. Teasing me. He knows that I expected his lips on mine, but he doesn’t kiss me there. He moves lower a moment later, kissing me on my neck instead, and the rush of wet heat from his mouth is like a drug.
“Fuck,” I whisper, softly enough that I don’t even know if he heard me.
“Ever been fucked before, Knox?”
I can feel his lips move against my skin as he talks.
Agonizing.
So fucking good.
“Quit acting like I’m some inexperienced kid.”
“I know you haven’t been with a man. I know you want my cock, but I can’t give it to you raw, baby.”
I shove his shoulders. “You don’t get to call me that.”
“Would you rather I call youSheriffthe first time you take my dick?”
“Who said I’m giving you my ass?”
He hums, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a hint of a smile. “Ask me to leave and I’ll leave.”
He moves his hand and pushes it inside my sweatpants now, the warmth of his palm hitting my bare cock.
I groan at the sensation.
Goddamnit.
“I have lube and condoms in the nightstand. Just because I’ve never been with a guy doesn’t mean I haven’t tried things.”
“Jesus. If I knew you could take a toy in your ass I would have bent you over that night at Zenith.”
“You wish.”
His eyes are wild again. Hungry, like he’s regarding me solely as a means to an end, now.
“Want you over the bed for me. And get your clothes off.”
Panic hits my veins as he suddenly moves off the bed, already stripping naked.
